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At the Naval Air Station in Jacksonville, Fla., Patrol Squadron 16 was drawn up on parade to install a new C.O., Commander Lester H. Boutte, 42, the air-sea rescue expert who helped pinpoint Astronauts Glenn and Grissom. Then Boutte did a fast double take. There to cheer his promotion was Captain Eddie Rickenbacker, 72, the World War I ace who is now chairman of the board of Eastern Air Lines. Captain Eddie had not forgotten 1942. As a young radioman aboard an amphibious scouting plane, Boutte was the flyer who spotted Rickenbacker and two companions on a life raft in the Pacific, three weeks after the ditching of their plane on a flight from Hawaii to Canton Island. "If it weren't for his eagle eye," grinned Rickenbacker, "I wouldn't be here today."
Spring was icummen in a wee bit late upcountry, and off to Gibraltar from chilly Scotland flew honeymooning Princess Alexandra, 26, and Angus Ogilvy, 34. The newlyweds made their hush-hush getaway in a chartered turboprop, hired for $140 an hour from British United Airways, and boasting such extras as a bar, sofa and sideboard. Bonus feature: blonde Stewardess Joyce Ambler, 31, sister of Suspense Novelist Eric Ambler, and, a girl well calculated to add a certain dash to royal adventures abroad. Said she: "This flight was supposed to be deadly secret."
The Mississippi mud just keeps rolling toward Negro student James H. Meredith, 29. Now the Jackson Daily News has blamed integration for a sharp rise in the state's highway death toll, laying it to "the anxieties of Mississippians" in crisis, which naturally brought about "an unusual number of accidental highway deaths." Meredith said nothing. But when a homemade bomb went off near his campus dormitory during "Rebelee Week," he wrote an open letter to The Mississippian, the student daily. "My desire was greater educational opportunities. I do not want to join your fraternities. What's everybody so mad about?"
It was raining at Goodwood, the scene of his near-fatal crash just over a year ago. And at long last—following many operations and persistent rumors of a comeback—Britain's Ace Auto Driver Stirling Moss, 33, climbed into a Lotus sports car to face his moment of truth. After 15 laps in the wet, hitting a speed of 145 m.p.h. at one point, the champion hung up his goggles for keeps. "My reactions were down," said Moss. "My judgment and dexterity were just not good enough. It's not automatic. I have enough of my old self back to drive. I might even have a good day once in a while, but I shall never be No. 1 again. I couldn't bear that—so I shall never be No. 2 either. I am never going to race again."